Poems begining by T
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The Barbarous Chief
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There was a kingdom known as the Mind,
A kingdom vast as fair,
The Secret
© Christopher Morley
IT was the House of Quietness
To which I came at dusk;
The garth was lit with roses
And heavy with their musk.
"The Laughing Hours Before Her Feet"
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
The laughing Hours before her feet,
Are scattering spring-time roses,
The Rain
© Zbigniew Herbert
When my older brother
came back from war
he had on his forehead a little silver star
and under the star
an abyss
The Poet And The Baby
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell,--
How's he going to weave the dim, poetic spell,--
When a-toddling on the floor
Is the muse he must adore,
And this muse he loves, not wisely, but too well?
The Legend Of St. Sophia Of Kioff
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A worthy priest he was and a stout
You've seldom looked on such a one;
For, though he fasted thrice in a week,
Yet nevertheless his skin was sleek;
His waist it spanned two yards about
And he weighed a score of stone.
The Cobweb
© Raymond Carver
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck
of the house. From there I could see and hear the water,
The One Before The Last
© Rupert Brooke
I dreamt I was in love again
With the One Before the Last,
And smiled to greet the pleasant pain
Of that innocent young past.
The Basset-Table : An Eclogue
© Alexander Pope
Cardelia.
The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;
Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?
Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for you:
The Combat. By Etty
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
THEY fled,--for there was for the brave
Left only a dishonour'd grave.
The Sleepers
© Walt Whitman
I WANDER all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and
stopping,
Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,
Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory,
Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping.
To A Rich Vulgarian
© Sappho
Thou fool that thou shouldst plume thyself
On rich attire, on jewel-hoard,
The New World
© Robert Laurence Binyon
To the People of the United States
Now is the time of the splendour of Youth and Death.
The Gifts of God
© Jones Very
THE LIGHT that fills thy house at morn,
Thou canst not for thyself retain;
But all who with thee here are born,
It bids to share an equal gain.
To A Gentleman
© Mary Barber
I hope, Sir, by this you have found your Account,
In visiting Airy, and seeing his Mount:
If Froth can delight you, you're wonderous happy;
And we know it gives Joy on a Bottle of Nappy.
The One White Hair
© Walter Savage Landor
THE WISEST of the wise
Listen to pretty lies
And love to hear them told;
Doubt not that Solomon
Listend to many a one,
Some in his youth, and more when he grew old.
The Drover Of The Stars
© Roderic Quinn
IT is little I care for earth's kings,
Its emperors, sultans and czars,
As I lie in the darkness and dream
All alone with my sheep and the stars.
The Lion For Real
© Allen Ginsberg
I came home and found a lion in my living room
Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion!
Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut
I hurried home to Patterson and stayed two days
